<A/N> ^^ AH he looks so adorable^^ y'all I normally wouldn't go script to script using an into the spider verse scene but I thought it was cute and improvised! Also HELL NAH his braid will not be completely cut off dw
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Gymnasium at Brooklyn Visions Academy:
8:25 am.
"Oh.. crap."
For some reason your right hand was stuck to Miles's braid luckily it was only the edge of it. But you still had to get your fingers out of his hair. But you both don't understand what the hell is happening.
"Hey- can you let go?"
You hear Miles exclaim and puts his head at an angle as you wave your hand around trying to get it free and he grunts in frustration still following your lead.
<Well, your hand's lead.
"I-I'm trying! You think I want to pull your hair?!"
"Agh- Just stop it!"
He drops the basketball, grabbing your wrist trying to pull your hand free off of his hair and he only cringes in pain as he tries to get it to.. un-stick?!
But you decide to pull your hand higher- so it's behind you and above your shoulder and you pull him in closer unintentionally.
He reaches his hand over to your torso to regain his balance...and places it on your waist. You put your left hand on his and—...
Your fingertips stick to his.
He stands over you with a surprised expression when he realizes your hands were literally stuck together. His amber eyes flicker from both your hands to your eyes— trying to make sense of it all.
Your faces were only inches away as you continue to struggle-
"Oh my god I actually can't-"
You'd normally keep your composure but you were desperate to put him out of his misery. You put your hand out the opposite way and try to step away from but he follows your movement.
"Seriously- let go already!"
"Um- okay let me try and get it free with my other hand.." you reach over with your other hand before his right hand follows... right his hand was still stuck to mine.
"Gran plan querida!"
(Great plan, darling!)
You look between his face and his braid and you kind of panic.
You realize he was completely at your mercy. You would've relished in the glory of it until you notice all the strange looks you're getting from your peers in the gym. Some were laughing and some were worried. And you weren't used to it.
...Yet your roommate looks stupidly eager, giving you a thumbs up.
At least someone's happy for me.
You try and move your fingertips away but you accidentally get it stuck another inch up on his braid. He winced as you move an inch higher. You notice him struggle to keep his cool as you both start to circle around— he stumbles but rests his weight on your hand.
He was relying on you. He exhales and starts speaking to you calmly:
"Just- chill out. it's fine."
"I-I'm-" you cut yourself off from apologizing.
"Hey.. relax..please just- don't go any higher."
"Wow, look at you saying please."
Great I'm using awkward humor again.
His eyes widen and he's about to raise his voice—but you pull harder and his fingers lace with yours. It also caused his chest to collide with yours and you feel his heart race. You swallow and think quickly.
"Okay I kind got an idea."
"Oh yeah? What is it?"
"On the count of three I'm gonna pull really really hard."
"I thought you was supposed to be smart!"
"Okay ouch-" you take a quick breath in and start to count:
"One!"
"For real though- don't!"
"Two"
"I'm not messing around-"
"Neither am I!"
"Three!"
"Wait wha-"
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚: E42! x reader
Fanfictionˏˋ°•*⁀➷꧁ You're on the same earth as Miles Morales.. except here he's The Prowler. And you have an infatuation with his alter ego. And you're both people hiding secrets from one another. But he does seem to despise you. You have a feeling there's...
